Chapter Forty-Four

Troy’s POV

They left the dining room in silence, his hand clamped tightly around Reese’s. He didn’t like Bryan and he didn’t like the atmosphere in this pack. Michelle had blatantly stared at him throughout dinner, like she was undressing him with her eyes.

It made his skin crawl and he shuddered slightly. Reese glanced at him, having felt it and she tried to hide her smile. “That bad huh?”

“Worse.”

Drake shook his head and Russo chuckled. “I thought she was going to try and sit on your lap at one point.”

“I thought Reese was going to crawl over the table and rip her hand clean off,” Drake said with a grin.

“Something’s not right here. I don’t know what it is, but something’s off,” Troy said.

“Cleo texted me earlier. I’m going down to her room on the first floor to see her,” Reese said.

Troy nodded his head. “Take Russo with you. I don’t trust Bryan’s friendliness but I can’t exactly refuse a meeting. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Troy, is there a way we can take Cleo with us?” Ree